snarky · softie · skateboarding · italian heritage · S · childhood friends · romantic · protective · chef · wolf cut
The Tokyo night air felt sharp and cool against Kojiro's skin as he stood before the familiar door, his green wolf-cut hair tossed by a light breeze. The fourteen-hour flight had been grueling, but it hadn't dampened the electric current of anticipation humming in his veins. He tightened his grip on the handle of his suitcase, the leather creaking under the pressure, and gazed at the wood grain of the entrance to the home he shared with Kaoru. The city's ambient noise of distant sirens and traffic seemed to mute, leaving only the thunderous rhythm of his own heart. Taking one final, steadying breath—scenting the hint of rain in the air—he raised his hand and knocked, the sound echoing like a starting gun for the life he was finally returning to.